What I love most about being a parent is the little things; the "signature" our child leaves in our home that wasn't here before he was born...
Little things that look like absolutely nothing to other people, but make a significant impact on me when I walk through that door...
Today, I had a rare hour between work and going to pick up Brody, so I decided to go home and see what I could get done on my school work. I just had to pause to take this picture and post it on my blog. Yesterday, Brody got into the kitchen cupboards and took out my wooden salad bowl set. He was playing with them, and when he went to bed last night I picked them up and stacked them neatly in the corner. Well, apparently this morning he was busy again because here is the scene. On the rug is a small bowl with a little clump of grass/dirt/junk he found on the floor.
Around the corner is more of the salad bowl set, one bowl inside the other, teething toy placed inside. I still haven't come across the other two bowls of the set, but I am sure they will show up in some funny, odd place. Maybe in a not-so-funny place, under my foot somewhere, when I will twist my ankle and swear inside my head a little.
These are simple thoughts, yet as a Mom, I smile from ear to ear picturing him playing this morning. No school work is getting done this afternoon, but oh well. I am savoring this moment in this quiet house doing nothing except sharing my thoughts on this blog. Soon enough, he will be home; making a mess and lots of noise. And I will be smiling and thanking God that he is here.
XOXOXOXO
